Then she typed:
Look at your photos. Like what you see?
Her finger hovered over the “send” button for half a minute.
Finally, she clicked it. She exhaled deeply, realizing she’d been holding her breath the whole time.
Less than a minute later, the telltale little dots at the bottom of the screen appeared—the dots that meant someone was typing back to her.
The fuck is this?
Now Jenny’s heart was hammering in her chest. Her adrenaline started going, coursing through her bloodstream, and she couldn’t stop nervously bouncing her knee up and down.
She wrote back:
Looks like a pair of epic tits and a tight pussy, don’t it?
She chuckled at her attempted usage of the lingo she heard her son using all the time.
Colton: Okay but whose?
Jenny: Mine.
Colton: Who the hell are u?
Jenny: Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna send those pics to your beloved Gabby if you don’t do as I say.
There was a momentary pause. Then a quick message from Colton, as Jenny imagined him furiously typing his reply.
She wondered if he was still with Ethan and the others. That would be a bit of a drag, especially if he was talking about this out loud to them, or sweating up a storm from the heat he’d been put under.
But she figured that, if he was even somewhat intelligent, he would keep this to himself . . .
Colton: Don’t u fucking dare! I’ll kick ur ass cocksucker!
Jenny gave herself a delicious smile. She couldn’t help it—this was fun, tormenting the poor, beautiful boy.
She wrote:
That’s no way to talk to the person holding your future in their hands, is it?
The dots appeared at the bottom of the screen, then disappeared. That happened a few times, and for an agonizing minute Jenny waited, her eyes glued to the screen, wondering what Colton would say.
Finally, he seemed to cave.
The hell do u want??
Jenny exhaled and inhaled sharply. She held her breath. Her fingers clacked speedily on the letter pad.
The moment of truth.
You and me, let’s meet and talk it out at the Holiday Inn off La Jolla Boulevard.
Colton: When?
Jenny: One hour. 9 pm. Don’t be late.
Colton: Fine. I’ll be there.
Jenny’s eyes bulged. Her mouth dropped open into an O, then she threw her phone across her bed like she was allergic to it.
She kicked her feet in the air like she was riding a bike, and excitedly clenched her hands into victorious fists.
She screamed—not a hurt yell or happy shout, but a primal scream because she didn’t know what the hell she was getting herself into.
All of this had happened so fast—in less than four hours from the time she’d first heard the phone ringing downstairs, while in the midst of blowing her load upstairs.
She rushed into her bathroom to take a shower and clean off the dirtiness that seemed to emanate from her body.
But even as the warm water trickled down her back, cleansing her, she thought, God, I’m so fucking terrible!
And it feels so damn good!
Chapter Four
Jenny sat on the hard bed of her Holiday Inn room, one leg crossed over the other, arms stretched back in a relaxed position. Inside, she was nervous as hell. She couldn’t stop looking at her phone to check the time.
8:57 p.m.
She had spent almost $100 for the room for the night, but hoped it would end up being worth it. She had a feeling it might.
She thought over her evil little scheme, then started shaking her head when she realized how full of holes and impromptu it had been.
This kid can’t be that much of an idiot, can he? I mean, he forgets his phone at Ethan’s house, where Ethan’s hot mom with big hooters lives, and then big tits magically appear on his phone a couple hours later?
Who else could the culprit be?!
Maybe he was just playing dumb over text because he was still with Ethan . . .
She tried to shake the thoughts from her mind, but they lingered.
Then she heard a single hard knock at the door and her body jolted, startled. She snapped back to reality as the adrenaline started pumping again.
She got up from the bed.
Jenny had debated wearing full on lingerie from Victoria’s Secret—a skimpy outfit with pantyhose and absolutely zero modesty—but then decided she wanted to see how things went, first. She didn’t want to give this boy too much of a good thing right from the get-go.
So, she was dressed in simple Lululemon yoga pants, which she knew all boys loved—they were stretchy, didn’t lie, and showcased her exquisite figure quite perfectly. Up top she had on a simple cutoff button-down shirt, which strained against her bulging tits, with the middle buttons just barely hanging on by a thread. Her hair blonde hair was in a ponytail that reached down her back. She wore flats rather than high heels, because she was afraid of being taller than the 6-foot-something footballer in her 6-inch stilettos.
She took a deep breath and padded over to the door, then swung it open and stood back, just in case Colton came in swinging.
Colton stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips, a thoroughly disapproving expression on his face.
Jenny’s heart stopped in her chest. She thought he looked even sexier while pouting. Even without the expression, he looked fine as hell: he wore an easy blue long-sleeve polo shirt rolled up to his elbows, displaying his muscular forearms; jeans that were probably Levis but they looked like skinny jeans, perfectly form-fitting against his thick thighs and strong legs.
Jenny was also pleased to see that he was alone. At first, she had imagined him trying to plan his own treachery, such as bringing Ethan with him to show the boy what his mom was getting up to in the dead of night. Or bringing a group of football friends to do their worst to her, like they had to Gabby in Jenny’s daydream . . .
Jenny’s eyes were wide in her face as they stared at each other, neither of them saying anything for a long time.
Finally, Colton began, “Well, well, well, Ms. Steele—”
“I told you not to call me that,” Jenny quipped back immediately. Her face was a mixture of fear and wonder, the shadow of a smirk playing on her lips. “It makes me sound old.”
“You’re twice my age,” Colton said.
“With twice the experience.”
“What?”
“What?”
A pause. The tension was palpable. The chilly night air wafted into the room and bathed Jenny in a shiver. “Are you going to come in?”
“Do I have a choice?”
Jenny shook her head. She still stood in the doorway, not yet trusting herself to turn her back to the beautiful young man.
Colton said, “I should have known it was you.”
“You mean . . . you didn’t? I thought you’d recognize these, considering how often I catch you staring at them.” Jenny cupped the bottoms of her big tits with both hands, wobbling them around for a second.
Her eyes glanced down and she thought she could see the outline of a bulge in Colton’s tight pants. It was all she could do to keep from biting her bottom lip.
“What would Ethan think?” Colton asked. “To know that you blackmailed his best friend?”
That gave Jenny pause. Her body tensed up at the mention of her son. She sighed. “I don’t care what he thinks. Ethan is my son, not my dad.” For a moment she was worried that Colton might try to blackmail her, using Ethan as bait.
“Why are you doing this? You know I have a girlfriend.”
Jenny’s eyes narrowed. So far, this wasn’t going quite as she had expected. Colton seemed genuinely distressed. His strong chin was stern, his jaws were locked tight, and a vein ran up the side of his forehead, probably from anger.
“You know why,” Jenny said in a low, lusty voice.
Colton said nothing.
“We were like 10 years old, you dirty pervert.”
Jenny shrugged. “You’re not 10 anymore.”
“No.” Colton’s face darkened. He had a hint of stubble on his usually bare cheeks. “I’m not.”
Jenny’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Come in, honey.”
She turned around and swept away from the doorway, her ass bouncing left and right as she sashayed toward the bed.
She started talking as she walked, expecting that Colton would be staring at her jiggling bubblebutt right about now.
The door to the motel room slammed shut.
“I know, I’m a mean little bitch—”
Something grabbed her waist, cutting her off.
“Oh!” she yipped.
Colton’s hands were strong around her thin waist, his fingers embedding into her skin through her shirt.
“My, my, so eager—”
“Shut up, slut,” Colton growled, his voice tight and menacing.
Jenny’s eyes went wide. But Colton is such a nice boy, she told herself. This doesn’t sound like him at all! This sounds like Batman.
Colton spun her body around to face him. Jenny stared up into his face, feeling slightly dazed and wobbly. Anger and lust glittered in his eyes.
“Go ahead, big boy,” Jenny said, playing along with what she hoped was roleplay. As long as she didn’t show the fright in her voice or face, that was hovering so close to the surface, she thought she’d be all right.
“Go ahead and punish this slutty, horny whore,” she added.
Colton bared his teeth and snarled like an animal, flaring his nostrils. He reached forward and ripped open Jenny’s button-down shirt, causing her to yelp again.
Jenny’s huge tits bounced out, spooling in front of her chest, slightly sagging down to her tummy. Her nipples were hard from the mix of sexual tension and the cold wind that had blown across her.
Colton’s powerful muscles molded to the polo shirt, which displayed his flexing biceps in all their glory. Jenny reached out a hand to caress his arms, trying to calm him, but his hands shot out like gunshots and snatched her wrists.
“Ahh, Colt, you’re hurting me,” she said drearily, feeling his big hands close around her thin wrists. He had an iron grip.
“Good. Now you know how it feels,” Colton spat.
That made Jenny’s heart sink. She finally realized her dire mistake: to her, this had all been fun and games. To Colton, this was seriously messing with his life. It could have drastic consequences, never mind the guilt he might feel . . .
Jenny frowned and tears came to the corners of her eyes, both from the pain of Colton’s grip, and from the realization that she’d misread the situation.
Colton abruptly let go of Jenny’s wrists and clamped down on her bare shoulders. His touch was warm and callused, his palms scraping against her soft skin.
“S-So manly . . .” she muttered.
Then Colton pushed down and she was forced to her knees. Her tits flapped in the air, nearly hitting her in the face from the instant wave of pressure she felt from going to her knees.
The carpet was rough and coarse on her kneecaps.
Jenny was eye-level with the bulge in Colton’s pants, which seemed quite mighty now that she was face to face with it.
Her eyes widened as Colton’s hands went to his belt. She stayed on her knees, of her own volition, while Colton unlooped his belt and threw it to the ground.
She reached up, wanting to undo the top button of his jeans and zip that fly down—she was lost in a trance, so close to finally getting her wish.
But Colton was too fast. He undid the button and zipped his fly down alone, while she watched with wide, expectant eyes.
He wore boxer-briefs, which were the hottest form of underwear a man could wear, in Jenny’s estimation. Briefs were too old school and skimpy, and boxers were too loose and didn’t give that great sight of a fat bulge.
Colton stopped moving once his top button and zipper were down.
Jenny could see the Fruit of the Loom waistband of his blue boxer-briefs . . .
She licked her lips and grabbed his hard hips, then yanked down his pants, revealing his thick, smooth thighs and the bulge she’d been waiting for.
And, boy, was it an authoritative bulge.
She let out a low murmur in her throat, unable to contain herself. She just stared at that snug, hefty mound between Colton’s legs for a second. It was like he’d smuggled in a can of Coke and a couple plums in his shorts.
She felt herself growing wet.
Colton grew impatient at the older woman, as he stared down at her with his arms crossed over his burly chest.
He hooked his fingers around the waistband of his underwear and peeled them down to his knees.
His huge cock lurched out and sprung up, smacking Jenny in the face.
“Eek!” she yelped, like a schoolgirl. Her eyes were huge as the python floated just inches from her face.
His cock was only at half-mast but it had the girth of a Febreeze bottle and the length of one, too. Thick corded veins ran along the topside and sides of the otherwise smooth penis, and it swung over a pair of giant nuts that hung far down the boy’s tremendous thighs.
For most big, muscular guys, it didn’t matter how big of a cock you had—it always looked smaller than it should because of the proportional size of everything else around it.
But not for Colton. Even though he was strong and fit and healthy, his cock looked even stronger and fitter and healthier.
Jenny could have never imagined that Colton Cunningham would blossom into such a rugged, hung young man. It was better than her nastiest dreams.
At the exact moment that Colton whipped his cock out and it smacked her in the face, she knew that she hadn’t made a mistake at all.
All of her former doubts came crashing down around her.
The seductive smile returned to her lips. The lustful twinkle shined in her eyes again.
“Jesus Christ,” she said, “I can’t believe it’s so big!”
“Oh, I think you can believe it.”
She could. She’d seen it before. But that was when he’d been a kid . . . this was something else. This was porn star quality. This was . . . scary!
Colton grabbed the base of his hulking cock with one hand, and at least six inches of Grade A cockmeat drooped out from his closed fist. He hoisted his cock up and let it land on Jenny’s blonde mane with a thud.
“S-So heavy . . .” she muttered, rolling her eyes up to stare at the shadowy underside of his thick shaft.
The anaconda draped over her entire head, protruding out and over the back.
Colton’s huge ballsack dangled right in front of her dazzled eyes.
Then Colton grabbed the back of her head with a forceful grip.
The smile and Cloud Nine feeling washed away in an instant as Jenny’s face was shoved against Colton’s balls.
She felt immediately smothered, having her whole face squeezed up against his big fat nutpouch like that.
“Mmph!” she protested, getting eyefuls of smooth testicles pressed into her.
The musty odor of sweat and manliness whirled into her nose, and she breathed it in.
He manhandled her head and didn’t show any signs of slowing down, and that’s when Jenny first doubted herself—that’s when she knew that she’d underestimated the nice, pleasant boy . . . her son’s best friend.
She didn’t know what she was getting herself into.
But Colton made it clear.
“That’s right, snuggle up against my fat nuts and start slurping, bitch! Sniff and suck these low-hangers before I shove them down your greedy throat!”
Chapter Five
Jenny slurped and sucked on Colton’s huge nuts as be
st she could. But they were big fucking alpha nuts and each one was almost too big for her mouth to get around. She ended up licking the bottom of his sack as he pressed her head into his groin, and she felt the cock on top of her head getting harder and heavier as it grew.
After fondling his nuts for a good five minutes, with the slurping sounds growing wet and sloppy, saliva and sweat caked her frothy lips.
He was perfectly shaved, at least, so she didn’t get any errant pubes in her mouth, but she couldn’t believe that the width of the hefty sack took up the circumference of her whole face.
When she was pressed deep into his nutsack, she couldn’t see a damn thing. She navigated by taste and smell and touch, and it was lovely but heart racing.
Colton grabbed Jenny by the ponytail and yanked her head out of his pillowy sack, after smothering her for long enough.
She looked dazed and confused, her eyes half-lidded, her mascara already running down her eyes.
Colton held his huge cock in his hand, and now it was hard and throbbing and at its full potential.
Jenny’s slitted eyes popped open at the sight of the thick stick of lovemeat. The cockhead was bulbous, with an incredibly wide ridge, and it was nearly as big as her fist. The most sensitive part of his dick glistened from the hardness.
Colton’s hand couldn’t wrap entirely around the base of the girthy shaft, it was so thick. And long—at its full length, Jenny guessed it must’ve been about 10-and-a-half inches, longer than any cock she’d ever seen in person. And Colton handled it like an expert, wagging it in front of Jenny’s eager, cock-lusted face.
The young man had no qualms about treating his best friend’s mother like a common slut.
He pulled his cock taut to the side of his hips, where it stretched past his body. Jenny assumed he was showing off his size.
Then he let go of the cock and it came swinging back in full force. It smacked into Jenny’s face with a loud slap.
“Guh,” she muttered in a low voice as the cock connected with her left cheek and snapped her head to the right.
Colton chuckled. He grabbed a hold of his wobbling manhood and gripped it by the base again.
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